Summer Fun

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A lighter take on summer adventure

Submitted: June 20, 2019

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Summer Fun

 

Let’s get one thing straight before you read any further.  I hate summer.  It’s hot, it’s humid, it’s full of bugs, and it’s boring.  Autumn and spring are ok.  They are filled with change either things coming to life or everything giving one last hurrah before sleeping through the winter.  Winter isn’t much better than summer but at least it isn’t full of bugs and it does have better holidays.

So, what’s with summer?  Why is it supposed to be fun?  Is there something magical about blazing heat, sunburns, bug bites and heat rash that makes it so much fun?  And let’s not mention the afternoon thundershowers that raise the humidity to 150% so you can see the steam rising from the streets and feel your clothes sticking to your skin.  Yes, roll out the bandwagon and let the party begin as my grandpa would say.

But I digress, perhaps.  Summer should be fun.  No school except for the dummies who must make up for not studying.  The swimming pool is open, and the water is definitely cool and refreshing.  Then there is Anna.  She won’t say a word to me, but she is, how should I say this, fantastic in her pink bikini.  And there is the matinee at the movies, and the ice cream truck, and cold soda, and the two girls with the lemonade stand down the street.  Perhaps summer should be fun, but it isn’t.

I still hate summer. Mostly because I dread the end of summer. That is my real dilemma.  I know that when summer ends, I will go back to school and be humiliated again.  Why do the teachers always want us to tell about the fun things we did over summer vacation?  Some vacation I get.  Not going to school isn’t a vacation.  Mom always has a list of chores for me to do.  It’s a list long enough to last a lifetime and most of the chores are things I have to do outside with the heat and bugs.  Then there is the week at camp to develop my personality or something.  More like try to kill me at a young age so they don’t have to pay for me to go to college. 

So, I have one month, two weeks and three days to find something fun to do so I’m not a dork the first day back at school.  Last year was really, really bad.  Most of my summer was spent digging holes, fence post holes for my grandpa.  The laughter started when someone asked if I dug all the way to China.  Then came the buried treasure jokes.  It just got worse.  Even Anna, who won’t say a word to me, laughed as I tried to tell about my nothing summer.  How do you compare camping at the Grand Canyon with digging holes for fence posts?  Trust me, the Grand Canyon was not on my list, nor was a cruise to Mexico or a week in Hawaii.  And digging holes was the high point of my summer.  Pulling weeds is way below digging holes.

I need to find something fun to do.  But what?  Nothing I ever do is even close to exciting or interesting.  Going shopping with Mom so I can carry the groceries certainly doesn’t count as an adventure.  We never go anywhere.  Not even downtown.

I know.  Next time I hear the fire truck heading somewhere, I’m going to chase it and when I find the burning building, I will run inside and save someone or maybe a cat.  Then I would have something exciting to talk about. 

Get real, dork head.  The fire truck will be gone long before you even get your bike out of the garage and, what about that flat tire you were going to fix?  That still isn’t done.  That is what I should do, get down from this roof and fix my bike.  I could go on a long bike ride, perhaps across the country.  Now that would be an adventure.

I didn’t tell you that I have been sitting on the roof of my neighbor’s house for most of the day.  I climbed up because I saw the ladder leaning against the house.  I don’t know when someone took it away but now I up here.  Nobody has seen me yet, so I still have a chance to find a way down before I have to be rescued and really look like a stupid dork.  I’ll bet that Anna might ever finally talk to me just to tell me how stupid I am.  What if Anna was up here on the roof with me? 

 

 

 

 


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